Thing-a-week has been somewhat of a failure over the last two weeks. What I’ve been attempting is to spend a solid 7 days getting up at 5 am every morning. I didn’t think it would be so difficult and on the mornings that I’ve managed it, it’s been an absolutely wonderful experience; the silent brightness of a world awake before people start moving about in it; the feeling of getting many tasks accomplished before I would usually even be awake; more hours in the day …
Well, the last one has been being my downfall. If you want to get up at 5am, you probably need to be asleep (regularly at least) before midnight. This is the part that I just haven’t been accomplishing – for one reason or another. And while I can manage one, or even two nights on 4 hours sleep, that’s where it starts to fall down. At the same time, I believe I *can* make it more routine for myself, and I feel that a longer term goal of getting up at 6am every day (especially on days I’m not working) will be achievable.
So, my plan – such as it is – is to keep trying with the 5am starts until I get 7 of them in a row, but move onto my next thing-a-week from next Monday. I am, as yet, undecided what it will be. Handwritten letter a day to a friend was suggested by someone and I might just go for that.
In other news, the parents’ boat is returning this Sunday and I’m very excited to have them home. Hence this blog title being ripped from Bob Dylan’s “When the Ship Comes In”.